Growing up in Canada, we dealt in boots and bonnets--the boot was the trunk of our car and the bonnet was the hood. (My grandmother, of Scottish descent, was a true Anglophile.)
That alliterative phrase came to mind again while paging through Vanity Fair (yes; I'm turning a good deal of magazine pages these days) and I saw these nostalgically hilarious boots by Prada.
Of course Prada is a venerable Italian company and not doubt looked toward some smart Italian historical reference, but all I could see with these boots were bonnets--the plastic rain bonnets worn on Coronation Street and beyond to keep a lady's hair dry in the wet.
Indeed my grandmother wore them, and her carefully set coiffure never wilted in the rain. (Random French word alert.)
Even the patent leather recalls a sturdy rain slicker. The loafers by themselves don't have quite the wit, but those boots!
I think I'm getting a P* in my bonnet.
*P for Prada.